Devon listened to his suggestion of rules respectfully, but once he was done proposing them, she was shaking her head in disagreement. That was just bad game design, what he was proposing – it was nice and orderly and clear, but it didn't really seem fair. It sounded, to Devon, just about as dumb as quidditch sounded – a game whose name she honestly though should be changed to 'A seeker and a bunch of doofuses.' She'd never tell Teddy that, especially considering he was one of the aforementioned doofuses. It would probably break his heart if anyone explained to him how irrelevant he really was. She'd have to be gentle with him.

“Now that doesn't make much sense, does it, dear? Why should the person doing the tasks have to drink? Shouldn't the task itself be enough?” she asked, “And why would the person giving them out have to drink every time? I think the three shot penalty is fair, but the rest just seems a bit disorganized,” she explained, hoping he followed her line of reasoning. If Devon was only playing the role of the haughty referee then she wouldn't have cared how fair the rules were... but when she was playing the game, it was a different story altogether.

“How about, if you do the dare or give the truth, you don't have to drink – if you don't, it's a three shot penalty, like you said, darling. And if you give the dare or ask a truth, and the person does it, you take a shot? That way, if they don't do it, you're off the hook,” she suggested, much preferring that version of the game – though she naturally preferred every suggestion she'd ever made, so that wasn't saying terribly much. Sure, it reduced the amount of drinking a little bit, but it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. Given Devon's size, she probably could have gotten sloshed on half a shot from a thimble. If the goal was getting drunk, she was halfway there and they hadn't even started playing.

”Here. Transfigure that into a shot glass, and then we can start.”

She examined the button for a moment. When she thought of a shot glass, she thought of a little, classy glass thing – little decorative glasses in a row, tiny and perfect. “Wood, Teddy?” she asked, fingering it. She didn't think she was necessarily up for a wood-to-glass transfiguration at the moment, considering she was tired and about as far removed from her studies as she ever got. Not to mention the fact that the button had holes, and she was going to have to account for those, considering it was supposed to be a vessel for liquid. Devon didn't have anything on her except for her wand and her prefect badge. Ugh, just perfect – there were probably a million things that would have been easier to transfigure into a shot glass, and she was stuck with a button. “Well, darling, it's just going to have to be a wooden shot glass,” she informed him, a bit disappointed – a little glass shot glass would have been so classy! - but she already had her work cut out for her, having to work around the button holes.

She found her wand tucked away into her dress and took care of the transfiguration fairly quickly. It was actually a nice little glass when she was done with it, though it wasn't made of cut crystal and it wasn't transparent. Still, the wood grain was nice and had a bit of gloss to it, which she thought was acceptable. There were no holes in the final product, which was also pretty fantastic, if she said so herself. The thing she didn't realize was that it was a little larger than most people liked their shot glasses – she hadn't accounted for the thickness of glass versus wood, which left a lot of invisible extra room inside the glass itself.

“Now,” she said, holding it up proudly, grinning at her handiwork, “You were going to give me an example, weren't you, dear?”